If rather than the label
more the concept
if could it be easier
we get ahead of the presses
until the months
afterwards
maybe even years
let the pedestal rise
rather than fall ill
inside such is
instability
in the throes of love.
Instead of wondering anymore
maybe conversations could begin
all the gotchas
I knew it
we could all tell
a matter of time
he told me once he was hurting
when inside
how do we find our way out
who might suggest
we want
we have
somewhere along the way
he lost his bearings
and all anyone might rather say
just so sad
so sad
so very
expected.
And now we live our lives
knowing nothing
nothing
could ever change a state of mind
already crucified
by his own
unforgivable intent.
©️Scott F Savage 5/2020
Personal Testimony 